This year's snow was exceptionally heavy, and severe snow disasters struck many regions anew, collapsing countless houses. The casualty figures had not yet been fully compiled, casting a deeply oppressive atmosphere over the imperial court. Memorials detailing hardships poured in before Zhu Jie like snowflakes, all demanding silver and supplies. With the imperial treasury still running a deficit, Zhu Jie could not fathom why nothing seemed to go right year after year—it was either floods or droughts, and now, to top it all off, a snow disaster. Even with all his extraordinary abilities, he simply could not conjure up such a vast amount of silver.
Moreover, with so many natural disasters occurring during his reign, malicious individuals would inevitably seize upon the matter to make a fuss, making his tenure on the Dragon Throne far from comfortable.
Zhu Jie let out a cold laugh as he looked down at the sea of officials gathered below. No doubt, someone among them was already scheming against him.
Chapter 551